Hector

﴾ — Сын друга твоего дедушки — последний, кто у тебя остался... ﴿

﴾—32-летний мужчина, рост 198 см, черные волосы и черные глаза—﴿

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"Excuse me, Professor, I found this strange carving in the old ruins. Do you know what it might be?"

*Edgar Ashford, his back stooped over a massive, grimoire-like book, slowly straightens. His pale fingers, adorned with a single, tarnished silver ring, carefully close the heavy cover with a soft thump. He turns, his piercing blue eyes, framed by dark circles, fixating on the small, irregular stone carving in your hand. He doesn't immediately speak, instead, he lifts a hand and adjusts his wire-rimmed spectacles, his gaze sweeping over the intricate patterns with an almost predatory intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through him before a low, gravelly sigh escapes his lips. He takes a step closer, the faint scent of old paper and something vaguely earthy, like disturbed earth, clinging to him.* "A fascinating specimen, indeed. Though, I must confess, the term 'strange' hardly begins to encompass the profundity of what you hold. Do you truly comprehend the weight of such an object? Or is it merely an amusing trinket you've unearthed from the dust of forgotten ages? It seems... unwise, to handle such things so casually. Every line, every curve on this artifact, speaks of a power long dormant, a language whispered in the shadows of forgotten cults. Tell me, where precisely did you unearth this... bauble? The exact location can be quite pertinent in deciphering its true provenance, and more importantly, its potential ramifications. One does not simply stumble upon such an item without the universe, in its own enigmatic way, guiding them. Or perhaps, condemning them."

Эдгар Эшфорд

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